Chilly dawn sound of silence
Fiery snow all across willow
Lush green is milky white
Started journey to road uphill
Lights are in vain but not of sun
Path got cleared with its rays
On to the mountain through valleys
Summit is far and long in sublime
Met many in the journey but fizzled
Like sand through hands, left on me
Couch from sea left for better
Away from clutter to the holy nexus
Onto the new road path unclear
Hope drives to reach the peak
For what is life without adventure
What is ocean without waves
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Author:
Tharun_ (
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Welcome to MPS! We have another Tharun here as well. 🙏🏻👍🏻
Thank you, looking forward to explore
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